
as the pain grows, it reminds me of the flowers
prose, blooming under the sun, and
often, on the
run
hiding in the shadows, and lurking just beneath
the surface, it rises like the tide, this
swelling in my
chest
it is
a
lifelong romance, just like the joy that lives on the other
side, when we abide, and take the center
in stride
we
come out, wide-eyed, with love as
our guide…
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